The scarlet flower of corruption blooms in the borderland, and the most holy and pure White Witch becomes the new king of corruption. The blue blood that has been passed down since ancient times flows under the dark tide, and the great and brilliant Duke intends to subvert the music of order. The unknown secret history disappears into nothingness, and the wizard who travels through time and space longs to see through the delirium of the world. As for me? I don't care. I will set up four pillars, guide four philosophers, and lead an absurd and ridiculous drama of salvation. Then, it’s time for me to go to the table and enjoy it! ps: This book does not follow the traditional wizard writing routine. There are no chips, no wizard academy, and no knights before wizards. The wizard supernatural system in this book is in its primitive and ignorant stage. There is no clear and rigid level of power, and it is generally fuzzily classified according to knowledge. So you don't see first-level wizards, second-level wizards,...
In the mass grave, I fed a ghost alive - it was just a tool for me to survive.
The essence and blood of the clan members, the flesh and blood of geniuses, the souls of the entire clan... all become food for refining ghosts!
The stronger the ghost, the more ferocious the backlash? Stronger restrictions, deeper calculations, make it a permanent slave!
They used every possible means, including robbing cultivators, massacring cities, going undercover, killing masters, and training devils.
My evil magic reaches all the heavens, and I use the common people as materials to refine my supreme ghost way!
Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul… In front of the world barrier, looking back:
Homeland? It's just the first stepping stone to the top!
Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered.
The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist?
Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive.
Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree?
Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.